so yea.......hapyjac decided she's be cute and post her phone number in the room. so i decided i'd be cute and call it. hahahahhahahhahahahahha

needless to say, she called me back with dummy, a threesome! we had a wonderful conversation filled with alot of laughter.....

she said on her way to bed "blog it! blog it!" so i have

and ty to hapy for ma first ever NN 3-some

Since I split with mr. i've been wrestling with myself what to do with the animals. You all know the trouble i have with the dogs (basicly, they eat my house), but most of you don't know there's also 3 reptiles in my house. Mr. didn't work, so he had all day to care for the reptiles, and make sure the dogs stay in line. With him gone, the dogs have free reign of the house and property 12-14 hours of the day, and the reptiles have had only the most basic of care.

I put all 3 reps on a website dedicated to "freecycling" basicly, people post what they have and other people reply if they want it. I've been talking with a family for about a week, and today they came to pick all 3 up.

They just left and i'm feeling like i abandoned my friends. I did good and didn't cry until after they left, but now here i am, tears running down my face feeling like a monster for not being able to take care of them properly.

so goodbye debo, monty, and the saddest goodbye of all to my orson, who i hand raised from a baby. i hope they treat you all with all the love and care i couldn't.

I've been working hard lately, so hardly ever around. Nothing crazy, just inventory, and my astounding ability to get little to no sleep until i finally crash...

so i figured i'd just show off two of my lil ones... Ya can't tell they're related, can you? Father's name is felony... and the son is Kelso...they're both nuts....





i love how they'll be wrestling and playfighting one minute, and the next be asleep in these crazy positions..

So yea, had another bowling league night last night. (i still can't believe i got talked into it) And had WAY too much fun! First off, my team was bowling against ma arch enemy, one of the few people i work with that i truly hate, who also just happens to be ma boss. doh!
since he's a prude-uptight-bastard who doesn't approve of tattoos, piercings, drinking, smoking, cussing, and basically anything fun, i've made it my mission in life to torment him as much as i can get away with and not damage my career.
so after i got off work, before league started, i went shopping. bought a cute ass pair of capri pants, new black wifebeater, a pyramid spike belt, and the most kick ass military style hat. i put ma hair in two braids (the better to see ma neck tatt) and changed before i got there. it was worth the $40 i spent on the outfit to see the look of outrage and disgust in his eyes when he saw me.
cut to: bowling. i'm not a great bowler, i actually signed up more for the drinking, than the bowling, but last night I ROCKED! dunno how much any of you know of the game, but the higher the score, the better. usually i bowl around 80-90 a game. i was making strike after strike and actually never bowled less than 120 in any of the three games.
i usually drink lite beer there, so as not to get all shitfaced around co-workers/bosses etc. but after my first red stripe, and me getting 3 strikes in a row, my old store manager (who's on ma team) informed me i would be drinking red stripe the rest of the evening. hahahahhahahahhahha AND he was buying!
so basicly, I spanked ma arch enemy...in 2 of the 3 games played. i was seriously putting some bad ju-ju on him everytime he went up to bowl. ma team beat his in all 3 games, which brings our season standings to 5-1. we're 2nd in the league.

afterwards, several of ma coworkers decided to hang out in the bar attached to the bowling ally. being quite a bit buzzed already, it didn't take much arm twisting to get me to stay and party more. it was all managers, therefor ma peers, and apparently either i'm really funny when i'm drunk, or they just wanted to see how drunk i'd get, because everytime i'd half finished a beer, another would appear in front of me out of thin air. i happily handed over ma keys to the asst. store manager and let the rest of them argue who's couch i was gonna get to know. felt kinda cool to be fought over (females, btw...the guys were just eggin the girlies on) the asst pharmacy mgr won, and let me tell ya, if ya gotta be drunk and crash at someone's house, pick the drug-pusher...lmao. i have no idea what time it was we left, but once back at her house, her hubby cooked us a late-late-late dinner/early breakfast fit for any drunken queen. french toast, bacon, sausage links, grits....omg...i was poured onto the couch and the angel actually woke up @ 4:30am to take me back to ma truck, so i could be at work by 5am. she didn't have to be at work till 8. i had such a great time, the mood carried over into my work day and had an awesome day.

the district manager stopped by with some company of his (a meat dept. big-wig) and brought him over to chat with me 'bout blah blah blah. i know it burns ma store manager's ass that the DM'll make it a point to come over and introduce me to whoever he's dragging around. all part of that making him miserable plan i got i swear....one day i'll be his boss, and i am so gonna abuse every power i have to repay him for every harsh word spoken or disgusted look he's given me. LMFAO!!!

*edit* btw....sorry for making ma dummy worry as much as he did, i gotta start keeping ma phone ON me at all times......

...i'm missing his touch, missing his kisses...

...missing looking into those beautiful eyes and seeing my love reflected back upon me like a ray of sunshine...

...i just miss him...

Yep, sick again. if any of you remember ma previous blog, ya'll know i hardly ever get sick, but when i do i turn into...*fanfair* ultra-mega-superBITCH!!!! tho i've finally learned from that "ya can't say something nice, blahblahblahblah" saying ma mema used to say. so i generally keep ma mouth shut tight and just have the super-bitchisms bouncing around in ma head. which in turn makes me even bitchier...catch-22.

and yes, i did go to work today. i don't like calling in sick. i dislike screwing other people without at least kissing them first. my crew? calls in all the time. but they can. i'm sitting on 960 hours of sick time that prolly won't ever get used *knock on wood* unless something serious happens.

The total number of sick days i've taken in the past 4 years? 2. that's right... 2. one because i had to take ma ex for emergency eye surgery to get a hunk of metal out of his eyeball. and the second because i was a dumbass and listened to other people when they said "try this, it's good shit" and i was too drugged up to drive, much less work. (i.e. drugs are bad, especially shit made from drano)

so yea..went to work. hell no i didn't stay the full 11 hours. as with anytime i'm sick, i go in, get what needs to be done finished, and i'm out asap.

now i'm home, and wishing i could be babied, but i'm doing that whole independent woman thing now. let's put this experience on the CON side of being alone, shall we?

Saw a shooting star tonight...
your eyes floated before me,
and i wished for you.

any time anyone's in need.......here i am..

whether i want to talk or not, if i'm available, here i am. seems like everyone tells me their troubles, and i am so grateful that i have friends that trust and confide in me.but there are such a select few i can vent to, and when they're not around.....what then?

do i turn these people around? "no, sorry having too much, too many problems with my own life, deal with it."

no....can't do that. so i listen, and i give what wisdom i've learned in my few years on this earth, and what i've inherited from my namesake, the Goddess Athena, the goddess of wisdom.

not that i claim myself a goddess, but my first name, in Gaelic means, "small wise one" and my middle name, Athena, after the goddess of wisdom, and the simple fact that people ask my opinion on everything.......even when i'm asking theirs on something else....

if i'm the person people come to for answers... where do i go? who do i turn to for my questions? where is my athena?

no....please come to me for your questions, your queries, snd your general troubles with life. i will gladly listen, and if i can't provide any answers, then i'll at least be a shoulder to cry on, a shoulder to lean on....

i will find my own outlet...my own Athena....i do believe i have found that outlet, but for the first time in forever i'm barred from it...not allowed to speak to it...

I went over to a friends (and co-worker) house for a bbq yesterday after work. She'd called me @ work and said she and her husband were grilling out and would i like to come over? Truthfully, and sadly, my first instincts were to call home and ask permission from my (ex)husband. Then i remembered....i'm it. it's just me. i can do what i want! so i went over after i got off and had a grand ole time. a lil too grand as i wasn't able to drive and they wisely suggested i crash on their couch...

i joined a bowling league at work. i don't bowl. prolly bowled a grand total of 3 or 4 times in the past 10 years. but everyone asked me to, and said it was great fun, and it'll get me out of the house. this is something i'd have never done before...only cuz i know i would have asked and received a negative answer.

i never realized until recently how constrictive my old life was. i think i had more freedom as a teenager, only having to answer to ma parents who and where. it's nice being able to tell someone, hey, i'm going to do this... and have them tell you..yea. do it. have fun.

so this must be what having a life feels like, huh? pretty cool..think i might get used to it

So while i was at poggys falling more in love with dummy, my dogs were busy shredding my window blinds. i had to tack up a sheet until i was able to get more. which i hate. cuz i already live in a trailor, and really don't need to be any trashier than nessassary. today i hung them....all by myself. and didn't do such a bad job. it sucked and now ma arms are sore as hell, but they're up and i just had to brag....



oh! and is there really supposed to be this many extra pieces??????



so yea....go me!!!

and p.s. Dummy....next time i'm waiting for you to come over and do it....i did it once, proved i can, now i'll be happy if i never ever touch another blind in ma life.....